This reminds me of something that happened to me years ago. I lived by myself and had just spent a weekend wearing my diapers. My very full diaper pail was in my bedroom near my waterbed and my few remaining dry cloth diapers were stacked up near it on the floor along with pins, plastic pants and a bottle of baby lotion.
I worked the all-night shift and that evening, the time slipped away until it was time to leave. I figured I’d go to work then come home in the morning and wash my diapers then.
While at work, one of my friends and his wife stopped by. They’d been out of town and were headed home. They’d been driving for hours, and still had about 200 miles to go when they passed through my town. They were tired and wanted to sleep at my apartment before finishing their trip.
They said they could get a motel room, but it would save them money if they could stay at my place. Also, they were used to sleeping in a waterbed and liked the idea of sleeping in mine instead of a hard, conventional bed in a motel room.
Without thinking about it I said “sure” and handed them the keys. About an hour later I realized “oh hell, they’re in my bedroom where I left my full pail of stinky wet diapers in PLAIN VIEW.” But there was absolutely nothing I could do other than finish my shift then go home when I got off at 7AM. I wasn’t sure if they’d still be there or not, but – assuming that they would be, I was trying to prepare myself for the inevitable: that I’d be asked about and teased about my wet smelly diapers.
Honestly, though I was scared to death, the idea of my friend’s wife – who was attractive but who could really be quite mean sometimes – mercilessly humiliating me over my diapers was kind of a turn-on. But, by the time I arrived the next morning they’d gotten up and left. They left a nice “thank you” note taped on the TV. I never heard a word from them about my diapers.
But I’m POSITIVE that they HAD to have seen them and smelled them. When I walked in my bedroom that morning the pail was right there in the middle of the floor and the entire room smelled like wet diapers! I can't imagine them sleeping in there with my diaper pail and imagine that they put it in the closet, slept, then put it back where it was so I wouldn't notice that it had been moved.
The realization of this was mortally terrifying and extremely exciting at the same time. The thought of them driving home while saying things like “can you believe that he wears DIAPERS?” made me very diaper horny. Or maybe they just assumed that I had a bedwetting problem and had little choice in the matter.
Regardless, I was quite excited over knowing I'd been "discovered" so I took several of my diapers out of the pail and pinned them on, slid into some plastic pants, and stretched out on my bed and imagined my friend’s wife humiliating me for being a diaper wearing big baby while wearing and smelling my stinky wet diapers until I got myself off. Then I finally washed those diapers!